Buddy Is Our Excuse For Having No Company
I am not tempted to invite company
We have been taken hostage by a pony puppy
He chews up everything including mattresses.
How can we invite someone who likes dogs here?
He will sleep with them, and he is heavy.
He likes patting you in the face with his enormous paw.
How can we invite someone who dislikes dogs?
They would have to gingerly step over his leavings.
Shoes, pencils, bones, toys, dog chews, spatulas.
Buddy can open doors with his face
He has proven that often enough
He is a great excuse; we live quietly and happily.
My husband gets to watch his nine tv sets
And I get to write poetry and paint
And no one feels the need to come here.
Nirvana!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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